I heard your voice last night in my dream. Your words faltered. But I remember what you said. You said you missed me. And I woke up with the familiar longing I had years ago. I remember when you said you missed me back then. And I'd be by your doorstep by the next hour. Now all I can do is watch you in pictures, praying you missed me as much as I missed you.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
